1115. Eight Hundred and Forty Million Particles Perfected, Ancient Saint-Grade Physique, Chaos Five Elements Tribulation

The next moment.

Rumble!

Space twisted as ten blood-red figures stepped out. Their Killing Intent congealed into substance, and the sound of them dropping to one knee shook the stone walls.

"Greetings, Master."

All of them possessed cultivation above the fifth level of the Quasi-Saint Realm. Their eyes were hollow, yet their killing intent was awe-inspiring.

The leader had reached the ninth level of the Quasi-Saint Realm.

"From today onward, you will be called Desolation One, Desolation Two, and Desolation Three."

Chu Jiang could not be bothered to come up with names. This was easier for him to remember.

"Thank you, Master, for bestowing us names!"

The ten Quasi-Saint Blood Puppets struck their chests and knelt on one knee. Their loyalty needed no further words.

At the same time, three hundred dou of Star Origin poured forth like a cascading galaxy, floating in midair and turning the cave abode into a dazzling sea of stars.

"Go stand guard outside." Chu Jiang ordered the Blood Puppets, and the ten of them silently dispersed around the perimeter of his secluded cultivation site.

"We obey Master's decree!"

Chu Jiang turned to the panel once more and looked at the Pure Lotus Demonic Thunder waiting to be claimed. With a flip of his palm, a thunder lotus appeared in his hand.

"So this is the Pure Lotus Demonic Thunder. It truly is powerful!"

This thunder manifested as a ninth-grade lotus throne of lightning, its entire form seemingly carved from Glazed Pure Fire. As its petals unfurled, they scattered compassionate rainlight capable of purifying the world. Its lightning was pure white and sacred; wherever it shone, evil dissolved, wounds and illness healed completely, and the spark of life's creation dwelled within it.

Deep in the lotus core coiled a strange thunder pattern that twisted endlessly